What The Heck

I was going to rage against the criminals we have in Washington, and around the country who give us laws to follow, yet make themselves exempt. Then I said, “What the heck!” Why let a bunch of murderers and film flam artist ruin my life?

It is time to keep life simple and fun. Being a God believing man, I know how the whole story shakes out. This world takes a dive into the crapper, and just as it is about to implode our Lord and Saviour steps in and returns this Earth to the Eden God intended it to be. In the mean time, I got some things to do this summer. Bowling! yes, once again I am bowling two summer leagues. My Tuesday league is pretty amazing. Probably due to the simple fact that the average age of almost all of the bowlers is 112. Not really, but there are many who are the back side of 70. Which is awesome, because many of them are good. I guess it is no wonder why I like golf and bowling, other than the simp[le facts that I am not to shabby at either one, and I can participate for most of my life span.

Also got to get some fishing in this summer. I am going to join a small fishing club that my dad belonged to when he was alive. I will have to give it a once over. River banks tend to attract elements of our society that stink more than my favorite catfish bait. If all goes well though, I picture quite a few days if fishing with my two pups; BillWilly and B.W.. I have to get my money out of them, seeing I spent my retirement savings when they became ill this past year.

I also need to work on some road trips. Still want to get back to Laughlin Nevada for some golf and fishing on the Colorado River. I also want to try my hand at gold panning too.

Guess all in all I don’t have time to worry about junk I have no control over, though I sure I will from time to time. It is just nice to know, that whatever the heck is going on around me, I still will be enjoying myself.

13yrs A.D.

Dad,Me , Mom, and Uncle John Dean circa 1991

Dad,Me , Mom, and Uncle John Dean circa 1991

It is unfathomable that my dad past 13 years ago this May 7th. The A.D. stands for After Dad! Up until May 7th, of 1997, I never spent more than two weeks apart from dad. I have written much about him over the years, and I have come to realize I write these stories for an audience of one: me. There ain’t a single day, or hour that passes that I don’t think about him.

I realize that on May 7th, 1997 that I lost more than Dad, I lost the ability to create new memories, and stories with him. At some point, I just might run out of material. Thing is, like with the James Bond movies, I can watch them over and over and enjoy them just as much as the first time I ever viewed them. Same with the memories.

Parental Excuses

Parental Excuses

These are actual excuse notes from parents (including original spelling):

My son is under a doctor’s care and should not take P.E. today. Please execute him.

Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick and I had her shot.

Dear School: Please ekscuse John being absent on Jan. 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, and also 33.

Please excuse Roland from P.E. for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.

John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.

Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football. He was hurt in the growing part.

Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by very close veins.

Chris will not be in school cus he has an acre in his side.

Please excuse Ray Friday from school. He has very loose vowels.

Please excuse Tommy for being absent yesterday. He had diarrhea and his boots leak.

Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his bust.

Please excuse Jimmy for being. It was his father’s fault.

I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping because I don’t know what size she wear.

Please excuse Jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get the Sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it Monday, we thought it was Sunday.

Sally won’t be in school a week from Friday. We have to attend her funeral.

Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could not breed well.

Please excuse Burma, she has been sick and under the doctor.

More Golf Pictures….

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Whitey Knight

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This is Violet, also known as “Whitey”. Why the heck she likes to hang on top of the door is beyond me. I figure since she is deaf, she needs to see as much as she can.

The Golf Season Is Over

Here are just a few pictures, I will post more. This is Green Horn Golf Course in Arnold CA.

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When A Ford And A Chevy……

This Merle song is an awesome commentary on today’s life in America. Here is my list of thoughts in no particular order or reason!

Hyphenated American labels: You know, Japanese, Chinese, African. Whatever happened to just being an American of “fill in the blank” decent.

Owning up to your bad choices, and not blaming your mamma, daddy, or position in life….or the color of your skin.

Calling bull crap when somebody says, or does something stupid. To a Christian Conservative like myself, “Stupid” has the same definition as “Porn”. Ya know it when you see it.

Giving thanks in public for the Man upstairs and not giving a rat’s rear what others think.

Buying pants that fit correctly, and don’t have stupid sayings on them. Goes for shirts too.

Not buying clothing that promotes communist or socialist revolutionaries.

Making fun of public figures that cry when they get rolled up for doing something stupid or illegal.

Not being ashamed to fail.

A Man Is Only As Good As His Word

Yeah, I know this sounds pretty antiquated, but in my book it still rings true and it has been used a million times in classic western pics. What also sticks in my craw is when somebody wears their faith on their sleeve, but when the rubber hits the road, they toss it out the window. Case in point. Somebody who I considered a good friend, and brother in Christ, failed to follow through on a promise. A really big one to boot. I would have had more respect if they would have just said I am not going to honor my word. Ok, got it, have a nice life see you never. Instead I get the stuff from the business end of the cow tossed at me. The good old “I never said that” song and dance. Then, after a good verbal joust, I get the like nothing never happened routine. You know, “How’s the weather” line. Now it is no longer about the material object in question, it is about the disappointment in an unChristian act, by a good friend. I just said,” You made the promise under God’s Eyes.” And walked away. I will ask one more time for the promise to be kept. No biggie if it ain’t, because the pain of seeing some one stray from their professed beliefs is what really is at issue.

A Friday In The Hilbillyverse

Puppy bellies, beers, beef jerky, no shoes, loud farts, lawn chairs with beer holders, country music playing from a cheap boom box, no shoes, more beer, dogs playing, the smell of lighter fluid on the briquettes, toes in the grass, more beer, peeing on the fence, peeing on the orange tree, more beer, adding enough lighter fluid to the Q to make a mushroom cloud, change Hank jr cd to Hank sr cd, more beer, pee on grapefruit tree, clean the grill over the fire with lighter fluid, pee on the fence again, wash hands and get the meat on the grill, start counting beers that are left, flip meat, more beer, chase dogs from the grill, take shirt off and replace with favorite sleeves shirt that says” Will Work For Beer”, take meat off the grill and into the house, more beer will eat later, scratch puppy bellies, scratch my belly, hike up britches and pee on fence, change cd to Elvis Live at Las Vegas, more beer cause the party is just starting…it is only 7pm!

OK, you get the idea. Lately, I have been looking online at cities that I could move to if they meet the Hillbilly’s standards. Fernly Nevada is looking pretty good. http://www.cityoffernley.org/ I know they have a tavern with karaoke, I need a golf course, bowling alley, and fishing hole.

Chech Muslims And Southern Democrat Both Terrorist

So the crap pile who sent the poison laced letters is a self-proclaimed “liberal” and “christian.” Of course, he has proved he is only a liberal, and not a Christian. I have read The Bible, and nowhere do I find a command to murder political figures. But liberal are just fine with murder if it fits their views. Think abortion and legal suicide.

For the Check Muslims? I am still developing my take on the Boston Bombing, and I have questions about what, or what is not, being reported by the government. Quite a few years ago, I would have not even entertained the thought that our government would have a hand in acts of violence against our citizens, but Waco and Ruby Ridge changed all of that. I also see the Civil War as an act of violence that targeted American citizens. Read Gen Lee’s writings on the subject.

Back to the Chech Muslims. If they are the real culprits, we have a serious problem: These dudes are bad ass. They are the number one choice for terrorist to fill their ranks. And here is the kicker, how many of them are here in the states illegally? If we get shafted with the Amnasty Plan, brought to you by the unpatriotic Gang of 8, they will become citizens, along with all their family members who are not even in the country! I bet this is not being discussed on the news channels. Yet this simple Hillbilly in Cali can figure it out. I will go as far to say that there are evil forces behind the scenes in D.C. that want this. They want a reason to use federal law enforcement agencies against these folks, and then ultimately against any citizen who objects to the socialization of America.

Their is hope. The bombing in Boston may blow up the hopes of the anti-gun, pro-illegal alien supporters: More people may see the need to arm themselves and tighten who the heck is getting into our country. The gun control bill will shot down the other day and Obammy and Biden were pissed. If “Shamnasty” for illegals dies, and I think it will, it will expose the GOP phonies like Rubio and McCain for what they are: Team players for the political machine in DC. Yup, Rubio’s career is done. The GOP’s Cuban poster boy has been exposed as a fraud.

OK, I have to shut this down and work on a Fab Friday post. One with lots of beer, country music, and pork skins!

Also, you notice how the media stopped reporting on the murders of the D.A. in Texas when they found out it was not a White Aryan group? Just saying:)

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